Speakers

AN: Sorry for the wait, I had such bad writers block D: I would just like to tell you that I'm going to try to do a little better at updating this because I already have a sequel mapped out in my head ;) So Have Fun!

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Chapter 1

I suppose it all started on the train, first year.

I was mad. I had been in London for about a month, and I was being forced to go to this school in a castle, and the only way to get there was by train. I hate trains. They're like big caterpillars, and caterpillars are just plain weird! Back to being mad. I was not happy to be leaving my dad, my stuff, my old life.

So we stood awkwardly, in the middle of the train platform. We were nervous, he more then me. It had been just the two of us for awhile now; we were happy that way. It feels like it's always been just the two of us. I'd never seen him so nervous. His dark eyes were clouded with worry, his deep olive skin looking pale. He couldn't stay long, with work and such. He grabbed my hand and looked down at my eleven year-old self.

"Knock 'em dead Addy! But not literally."

I smiled, "Gee Dad, that does loads for my self esteem."

He laughed, happy to be rid of the tension. He gave me one last hug and a kiss to the forehead before ruffling my light brown/reddish hair.

"Write me, ok?"

I hugged him back and answered with a witty "Aye Aye Captain!" and a mock solute. He chuckled lightly before giving me one last wave. He left to go back to work, leaving me alone with all my school things and my kitten named Flynn.

I looked out of place. Everyone had parents with them, and they all looked like they knew exactly what they were doing. Everyone looked so… British. All sweaters and slacks. I stuck out like a sore thumb in light wash skinny jeans and a t shirt with "CALI GIRL" written in huge block letters across the front. Maybe that wasn't the best outfit for trying to fit in, but I really didn't care.

I looked at all of the families saying good-bye, moms crying, dads comforting them. I was sort of happy I didn't have that. It looked so messy. To my left was the biggest group of people, Most of them with red hair. They were all laughing, hugging, talking. If I had a family, I'd want it to be like that one. But I wouldn't trade my dad for anything.

I heard a man instruct his child to load their trunk onto the train, so I followed them to the cargo area. A worker helped me load my trunk, and instructed me to keep Flynn with me. I also kept my trusty Jansport backpack filled with anything I would possibly need for the trip, including my school robes, magic proofed I-pod, and a book.

As I was walking back to the main platform, I was tackled from behind by something large. Well, larger then me. The thing that tackled me let out a loud "OOF!" right into my ear causing the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I squirmed around under the thing to let them know I was alive and angry. The person rolled off of me and got up, offering a hand to me. I rolled over and pushed myself into a sitting position. It appeared that my attacker was a young boy with dark hair and hazel eyes.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking" he said, still offering me a hand up.

I ignored him and helped myself up. Once I was on my feet I looked up at him. He was taller then me, maybe a year or two older. His hair was completely disheveled; it wasn't quite black, almost reddish. His skin was tannish with a freckle here or there, and his eyebrows were huge. I narrowed my eyes into a glare.

"I could have been hurt!"

He looked taken aback by my sudden anger. His face quickly turned from surprise to out-rage.

"It was an accident! I offered to help you up, but you ignored me!"

"Maybe you should pay attention next time." I said as I tuned on my heel and walked towards the entrance to the train.

"I will!" He yelled at my back. I couldn't help but laugh at his stupidity.

I boarded the train and started on my quest for an empty compartment. I wondered past tons of full compartments crawling with various teens doing various different things. Most of them were chatting with their friends that they most likely hadn't seen all summer. I must have been walking for a good fifteen minutes before I found a somewhat empty compartment. The compartment was occupied by a single boy around the same age as me. He looked so sad by him self, so I slid open the door.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" I asked with confidence.

"Please, do. I'm tired of being alone." He said flashing me a small smile.

I liked this boy; he was blunt, just like me. He had white blonde hair that he left messy, and startling silver eyes. He was sort of lanky, with exelent posture that suggested he grew up in a rich home. He was wearing a light blue button down shirt tucked in to meticulously ironed slacks with a dragon skin belt. I took the seat across from him, against the window. His relaxed demeanor soon faded as we sat in silence. He looked at me suspiciously for a moment before speaking.

"You're not from around here, are you?" he said.

"What gave me away?" I said, making my lack of accent obvious. He shook his head and laughed lightly.

"Oh, I don't know." He shrugged, "What's your name?"

"Addison. What about you?"

"Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy." He says, looking at me to gauge my reaction.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Wow, you must be really foreign. Most people around here hate my family so if you want to leave, I wouldn't blame you."

He looked indifferent as he said it, but I knew that he was being serious. He'd struggled his whole life to understand that things that happened like 20 years ago will always hover over him. The poor kid!

"I'm good." I said, settling into my seat.

He just looked at me, taking in my appearance, trying to hide his surprise. I saw right through him, even at age eleven. We made idle conversation for a while, we were quickly becoming close. Our personalities where so close, it was kind of creepy. His favorite color was red, he had no siblings, he loved quiddich with a passion, his favorite team was the Chudley Cannons, he was most excited for potions class, and he knew what house he would be put in but refused to tell me. I told him that I didn't know nor care what house I would be put in, my favorite color was green, that I loved quiddich but was not good at playing it, I didn't have a favorite team, I was exited for defense against the dark arts, and that I would love to meet the ghosts. He had just asked me about my parents when the compartment door opened.

Standing in the door way were two kids about our age, a girl and a boy. The boy had messy black hair. At first I thought it was the boy that tackled me earlier, but then I noticed that his eyes where startling green and he was shorter. The girl had rather large red hair and sparkly blue eyes. She was small with delicate features. Scorpius' eyes got really big, as did the boy with the green eyes hidden behind round glasses. The girl acted has if nothing had happened.

"Can we sit with you guys, everywhere else is full?" she said with a smile.

"Um, could you excuse us for a moment?" the boy says with a last glance at Scorpius as he grabs the girl's arm and yanks her out of the compartment.

He shut the door and turns the girl around so she's looking at him. The first thing he does is ask her if she's crazy, I read his lips. I can't tell what she says, but he responds by gesturing towards Scorpius and making his eyes really wide. He looks stupid and I can't help but laugh. He says something but I couldn't tell what it was. I look over at Scorpius and see that his back is straight as a post, and what little color there was had drained from his face. The girl and the boy came back in,

"Sorry about that, so can we sit here?" she said with a slightly strained smile.

I looked over to Scorpius who was just staring at them with no intent to answer.

"Sure! I'm Addison, and this is Scorpius."

"Brilliant! I'm Rose Weasley and this is my cousin Albus Potter." She said with another smile.

Potter as in Harry Potter? He's even famous in America! I brush it off like it doesn't matter.

"It's nice to meet you!" I say, offering them both a smile.

"You too! I'm glad we've found some other first years, I was getting nervous." She says chuckling and taking the seat next to Scorpius knowing that Albus won't.

"Al's happy too; he's just too busy being a wanker to say so." She says, laughing as Albus gives her a dirty look.

Rose and I start talking about random things, getting to know each other. She turns out to be quite the rule breaker, the rebel. We instantly clicked. We tried to bring the boys into the conversation, and after a while Albus cracked a smile and started laughing and joking with us. A while after him, Scorpius loosened up too and started talking. We were getting along swimmingly. Albus told us to call him Al, even Scorpius. We were about half way to the school when our compartment door slid open and in walked the jerk that knocked me down, followed by a boy with caramel colored skin and red hair.

"Hey James! Hey Freddie!" Rose greeted.

"Hey Rosie, Al. Make any friends?" Eyebrows asked, having not seen me and focusing all of his attention on Scorpius.

"Yeah, this is Scorpius and Addison. They're first years too!" Al said.

"Nah, they're 7th years!" The dark skinned one said sarcastically.

I laughed, catching the jerk's attention. He looked at me, and I looked back, daring him to say something. He scoffed and looked away, back to Scorpius.

"He's our friend James, get over it." Rose said with a sigh.

The jerk, I mean James, looked mad for a second then shrugged. I guess if Rose and Al approved, then he did. For now.

"Well, just wanted to check up on you little brother. Nice Meeting you Malfoy, girl." He said with a nod to Scorpius and a sneer at me.

I glared back venomously. He walked out and back to his own compartment. My glare followed him out.

"Uh, that was my brother James and our cousin Freddie. But I'd say you already met James." Al said nervously.

"Unfortunately." I said as I launched into the story of how he tackled me.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it" Rose said laughing.

"What ever" I said dismissively "What's his deal? He thinks he's so cool!"

"He seemed alright to me" Scorpius quipped.

"He's not too bad" Al agreed.

Before I could reply, Rose suggested that we change into our school uniforms, so we kicked the boys out so we could change then let them back in and let them change. When we were all dressed, Rose and Scorpius launched into a conversation about quiddich. I found out that Al doesn't play quiddich either. Instead, the two of us talked about the pros and cons of electric lighting at Hogwarts.

Soon enough, the train started slowing down.

"We're stopping, we're stopping, OH MY GOSH WE'RE STOPPING!" Rose said, me and the others laughed. I was told to leave my stuff and exit the train so I did, followed by Rose, Al, and Scorpius now affectionately nick-named Scor. He was nervous, obviously so, he didn't even try to hide it. Al and rose were as well. There was a huge man the size of like five normal people buried under a mop of grisly black and grey hair calling all of the first years to him: "FIRS' YEARS THIS WAY!" They told me his name was Hagrid and he's half giant. Hagrid led us to a huge black lake with a fleet of small boats docked on the shore.

Across the lake was a castle. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Situated on a hill, it shone like a rare jewel against the night sky. All the other kids fell silent as we all got our first glimpse of our new home. Scor grabbed my hand as we filed into the boats. Rose, Scor, Al, and I had a boat to our selves as we rode across the water in silence. When we reached the castle, we were herded into a chamber away from the other students where we were met by a tall skinny man in his mid/late thirties. He introduced himself as Professor Longbottom, Deputy Headmaster, Head of Gryffindor House, and Herbology teacher. What an unfortunate last name. He smiled at us and explained the four houses and what to do when our names were called. He then led us to the Great Hall.

We were standing in a group in front of the entire school. All the other kids were looking at us with mild interest, most of them just wanted to eat and talk to their friends. The Headmistress called the hall to attention and told Prof. Longbottom to proceed. He made his way to a little platform that was occupied by a stool with a hat on it. You know the drill, the hat sings a song about the four houses and becoming friends and all that stuff, and then the first kid is called. The kids are all so nervous their legs are shaking and they all look like they're about to cry. The first few people were all Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. With every person I swear Scorpius got a little paler. He held onto my hand as if he were hanging on for dear life. I didn't blame him, he comes from a long line of Slytherins, It's just not his scene. As for me, I didn't care, I had no pressure.

Scor was called first out of our little gang. He gave my hand one last squeeze and bravely walked to the stool. He sat with the hat on his head for a minute or so before the hat opened its wide mouth and yelled: "GRYFFINDOR!"

The hall fell silent. Scor stood up with a blank expression and walked to the Gryffindor table. Al glared at James, as if trying to send him a mental message to do something. The whole table was frozen. James's mouth was hanging open. I rolled my eyes. Next to me I heard Rose mumble something along the lines of "I knew he was different." He sat down, with his back straight, and still the hall was silent. I started clapping, and then Rose joined, then Al. And eventually the rest of the hall joined.

A boy was sorted into Slytherin. A girl to Ravenclaw. I wasn't paying much attention until Al's name was called. What seemed like most of the Gryffindor table cheered. He smiled nervously and made his way to the hat. He wore the hat for a long time. His eyes where shut tight, his fists clenched. Finally the hat called out: "GRYFFINDOR!"

The whole hall was filled with the cheers of Al's fellow Gryffindors. He was met with hugs and pats on the back from every red head in the vicinity and James who wore his proud big brother smile. He actually looked nice; I almost looked past his caterpillar eyebrows. Rose looked happy for her cousin, but I can tell she was starting to lose some of her confidence. Other people are being called, but I was focused on Scor's eyes burning into mine. He was worried for me, why I wasn't quite sure until I heard the next name that was called:

"Raine, Addison!"

My small eleven-year-old brain didn't quite understand that that was my name. I kept looking as Scorpius, trying to figure out what he was trying to tell me with his eyes. Rose nudged me with her elbow as I heard my name repeated. This time it clicked that I was next to be sorted. I pushed my way through the remaining first years, stumbling as I broke from the crowd. The older students laughed as I sent a withering glare into the crowd. I sauntered to the hat with confidence first years rarely possessed, silencing any of the previous laughter. I smiled up at Professor Longbottom as I sat on the stool and he placed the hat on my head.

"Well aren't you a challenge?" the hat whispered in my ear. I didn't understand what it meant, and it wasn't going to elaborate.

"You're ambitious and manipulative, but brave beyond your comprehension…."

I looked out at Scor, his eyes on me. He looked sick to his stomach. All the other kids at the Gryffindor table were staring at him with no shame. He looked miserable.

"You wish to be with your friend?"

He didn't need an answer.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The hall erupted in a loud cheer emanating from the red and gold table. I smirked at caterpillar face who gave me a dirty look, and walked to my seat next to Scor. He smiled at me and whispered so only I could hear "Thank God!" I laughed as more people were sorted. Eventually Rose joined us, and the four of us became inseparable.

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AN: Good Lord! You have no idea how long that took me! The next chapter is going to be filler that separates the past form the present so to speak. But it will be much shorter. Sorry this chapter is so rough, I promise it gets better! Thanks for reading!

-YCMF